You hear the fabled chords of what was designated as ‘your song’. Flashes in your mind of that first embrace causes your already palpitating heart to go numb and crazy with a seizure of desperation, and then all at once, the dream is no longer lucid. But the perfect sunset has fallen from grace and given way to dark and unfamiliar night, where the quiet sleep, and the loud live and breathe fire you are terrified of because it is an experience alone. A feeling of imperfect anger swallows you up.
Be it romance, depression, friendships, job trouble or everyday life, we all know that shit happens. But what is truly important is to know what the good fight is. For example, in romance most gentlemen will not go down in history but will go down on the girl who can pull their skirt up the quickest. No one is perfect, and we all still have our own ideas of what perfection is, so much so that we become blinded what everyone on this planet wants. Simplicity.
Shit breaks down, people fight, scream, block each other, test each other, hurt each other but ultimately crave that touch once again that warms a heart and the forefront of a soul. Whether you find what you need or not, find someone who will help you find it. And if that person is what you truly do need, take a deep breath. Dive in. And swim to the bottom of the endless sea called life in the hope that you will reach the bottom together. Because when you do, no one else will exist and you will not care, for all the way up above the surface your song will be playing and all those old bad times together will be nothing more than black and white 35 mm memories.
Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is gray
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on
I’m just paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song. Leonard Cohen